Hello, my lovelies! I'm so glad you want to keep reading! This chapter actually introduces Harry, and the REAL drama begins! Characters: same as the last chapter, plus Alex Pettyfer as Dan. Enjoy~3

Chapter 2

Nick dropped me off at my apartment twenty minutes after we left the stadium. It wouldn't have taken so long if we hadn't stopped for McDonald's. Perrie and Eleanor would be here in half an hour, and I mentally went over the things I had to do before they got here as I unlocked my front door. Lincoln had evidently heard me coming, because he was sitting in the front hall with his food bowl in his mouth like a chew toy. I laughed and shook my head at the puppy eyes he gave me.

"I swear, I have the fattest dog in the world." I joked. I scratched him behind the ears and took his bowl int the kitchen to refill it. The massive animal followed me, and when I set the now full bowl back in its place on the floor, he attacked it like he hadn't eaten in weeks. I shook my head again and got to work picking up clothes that I had thrown into random places, I took the phone out of the fridge (I'd had to hid it to keep Lincoln from chewing on it while I was gone) and put it back on the counter, and I started dinner. The door buzzed while I was halfway done, and I ran to answer it. Perrie and Eleanor smiled at me, and I grinned back. I waved them in and shut the door seconds before Lincoln came barreling in from the kitchen. The girls' faces quickly turned into masks of horror. "Heel!" I commanded, and Lincoln slid to a stop a few feet away from them. Tail wagging madly, he got up and sniffed a circle around the girls. When he finished, he came and sat back down beside me, bumping his nose into my hip to get my attention. I scratched his head and turned back to the girls.

"Perrie, Eleanor, this is Lincoln, my Mastiff."

"I thought you said you got a puppy! That thing is a horse!" Eleanor said, and Perrie nodded in agreement. I laughed. I seemed to be doing a lot more of that than usual lately.

"Exactly," I replied, "Big dog, big heart- and people don't ever mess with me when I'm walking him!"

They shook their heads and seemed to finally get over the initial shock, because they reached out their hands to be sniffed. Lincoln dutifully checked the newcomers for security purposes, and then rolled over for belly rubs. I laughed yet again as Perrie and El rubbed his stomach only to dry off their hands, which he had slobbered all over. Shaking my head, I lead them into the kitchen so I could finish cooking, then we ate and fell asleep watching movies- even though we were talking more than watching. I told them more about Nick, they told me in greater detail about what had happened with Liam and Danielle which we all cried about it for no reason, and everything else that I had missed over the last year.

The next morning, the girls drove with me to Dan's office building, where a conference room was being used to host the managers and bands on this tour- the rest of them had arrived last night, which was why the meeting was being held now, Wednesday morning. I didn't know who the other people were, I only recognized One D. So when I walked in, in my usual t-shirt and jeans with my hair up, I tried not to take notice of the other bands staring at me. I just took a seat next to Dan and zoned out. The managers were discussing buses and set schedules; the bands and artists were only here as a formality. On our way here, I had stopped again to get McDonald's, and I casually sipped my gigantic iced coffee as I tried not to curl up from embarrassment.

I suppose it makes sense that people were staring- I'm Jennifer Nolan. I put a cover of the cup song on YouTube as a joke, a dare from a coworker. It blew up overnight, and the next day Dan showed up during my shift and offered to be my manager. I was an overnight hit, a pop culture sensation with a high that's lasted for the past six months. Since I'd taken to writing songs as a coping mechanism, I was able to put out an original album almost immediately. I'm a rare case- I got discovered and put out an album a month later, while most people that get popular on YouTube either stay there or take a few years to release at least one original song. So, it makes sense for them to stare, I just wish they wouldn't do it so openly. The old me would have basked in the attention- but the old me trusted people too easily and got hurt.

Anyways, after a few hours of feeling like a bug under a microscope, everybody else left. Except for me and...*gulp*...Harry. Dan was in charge of the meeting since technically it was mine and One Direction's tour, so he dismissed everybody and asked the two of us to stay. I stared at Dan with obvious shock; he knew all about how I'd ended up in that restaurant. Little did I know, what he was about to tell us would nearly drive me insane.

"Okay, so you may both hate me for this, but it wasn't my idea. I do not think it's a good idea, but I don't have much of a choice. My orders come from higher up." he said cautiously, trying to be subtle about walking around his chair just to stand behind it. He looked ready to run as he said, "Management has decided that you two are going to do a publicity stunt- you're going to start 'dating' again." And then he did run. He bolted out of the room so fast he left an image behind. My jaw hit the floor, along with Harry's. We looked at each other. I could feel my face go red with anger, and he looked terrified.

"Jenna-Bear, look- I am so-" he started, but I cut him off, pissed beyond belief.

"DON"T CALL ME THAT!" I shrieked, unable to handle hearing his old nickname for me, unable to stand seeing his face when he said it. He stepped back and lifted his hands up in a defensive stance. All at once my anger turned to tears, and I left the room as quickly as possible before anybody saw them. I refused to let anybody see me being weak- I knew without a doubt that someone would take advantage of it. I cursed myself silently for letting this happen.

Harry's POV (A/N: Ooooh, exciting! Will be very short, but there shall be more!)

I cursed under my breath as I watched Jennifer leave. I still don't completely know what had happened that night- I don't remember anything. I just remember waking up the next morning with a pounding head and my friends nearly spitting fire as they told me Jenna was gone. That she'd left. Apparently, it was my fault. I called and called and called, but she never answered. I didn't find out what I did until two weeks later when a stagehand finally let it slip that he'd seen the whole thing. I'm not going to hide behind the excuse that I was obviously intoxicated- because i still did something wrong. And besides that, I hurt the girl I was so madly in love with. I had been planning a huge surprise at the end of the tour- but it was all ruined after that show.

It killed me seeing her like this. I remember when she was actually happy- when I made her happy- and now she's dating some other guy, and won't even look at me without exploding. When I tried to tell her my side of the story and apologize, I called her by her old nickname without thinking, and she looked like she could easily break my neck right there; then she started crying and ran out. I know she thinks I didn't see, that she can hide what she's feeling forever, because she used to do that a year ago- it's just worse now. Hell, she probably blames herself for the whole damn tour! The lads and the girls came in, the boys looking hesitant and unsure while the girls looked murderous.

"What did you do?" Perrie yelled.

"Why was she crying?" Eleanor echoed. I shook my head and dragged a hand down my face, brushing past them without a word and trudging towards the elevator so I could just drive back to the hotel and sleep. If I was lucky, I'd never wake up again- anything to make her smile for me again.